Ice
Oneiriad
Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me.
A/N: order_of_chaos asked for Supernatural/Norse Mythology/any other mythologies you care to add - mutually exclusive apocalypses
The snow-covered landscape is eerily silent.
In the distance, a huge wolf is fighting with a jaguar, fragments of gold falling behind them as a trail, too far away for the noise to reach the man - well, man-shaped being - standing on the hilltop.
Sam tears his gaze away and resumes climbing, mindful of where he places his hands and feet, trying not to think what might happen if one of the frozen bodies isn't quite as frozen as the rest, if it where to reach out and...
He finds himself climbing faster.
Finally reaching the top, he spares a look back at the fighting beasts, before drawing his coat tight around him and stepping up to Lucifer's side.
The devil doesn't seem to notice him. All his attention is focused on something in his hand.
Sam steps closer, carefully, and looks, then finds himself having the oddest urge to pat the devil's shoulder. To offer comfort.
In the hand, completely still, lies a single locust, perfectly covered in ice.